April, I totally felt that way with my daughter. Even at 2 pm on the day she was born (later by emergency c-section) I was sure that I could be pregnant for another month. Labor felt nowhere close, and I still didn't mind being pregnant. I was huge, and people stared (men turn into morons in the presence of a hugely pregnant woman, have you noticed?!) but I felt just fine and dandy.
With my son, it was more like this time: by 34 weeks, I was really, really wanting the pregnancy to be *over*.
My van is (surprise, surprise) still at the body shop; this afternoon's call from the insurance guy was like, "I'm really sorry, but I'm down here and your van still doesn't have any paint on it, to say nothing of trim... maybe Thursday?"

Mike actually hissed and grunted a bit, he's finally come to the conclusion that this is unacceptable (remember, they told us March 10th). I just shrugged, because I'm not all that surprised. In fact, I'll be surprised if we have it before the 26th. I left a message on the other adjuster's machine telling her that I need a different vehicle because I can no longer drive the Taurus. I'm sure she's gonna love that.

Well, it's not for her to like or dislike; it's simply for her to *fix*. If she doesn't like it, she shouldn't insure tailgaters.

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Oh, and I saw the endodontist today. This was a good news, bad news, worse news situation. The good news is that my bill ($693) won't be due until a few weeks after the baby is born. The bad news is that it won't be due because my work won't be finished until then. The worse news is why it won't be finished: apparently, there's a raging infection in my gum tissue and bones. He was really surprised at how swollen everything was in there, and kept looking at me kind of funny (apparently, I should have been more vocal about my pain). The regular dentist had given me the same look. I'd told him that the pain was bad enough that I couldn't eat, but when the regular dentist looked at the tooth and then looked at the x-ray he gave me this really odd look and said very quietly, "What have you been doing for the pain?" in a voice which suggested that anything less than general anesthesia would probably leave me miserable enough to stay awake all night.

I really do have a high pain threshold, though; after the labor of my son, nothing else seems so bad. Don't get me wrong, it hurts like hell, and I really haven't been able to eat anything that's not room temperature and easily mushed with my tongue, but even this mess in my mouth can't begin to compare to the agony I endured bringing that boy into the world.

Anyway, he shoved some antibiotics up there and gave me a prescription for pennicillin to start if there's not considerable reduction in the swelling in a few days. Right now, it hurts even more because he cleaned out the rest of the nerve tissue that was rotting up there. Faboo.

Oh, and when I told him my theory that that entire part of my jaw is malformed, he was like, "yeah, you're probably right. That sort of thing can happen." Loverly.
So yeah, I'm ready to have the baby now. Babies are cute and mini, they smell nice and are soft and sweet and loveable... I'm definately ready to have her *out*. I really want something good to come out of the mess that is my life these days, and a baby would be really nice. Healthy, cute, all bits in place and doing what they oughta.

I'm ready. Bring it on.